Do not Tell me that I am repressed, or that I am a "prude". Do not say that I don't know what I'm missing; what you have is not something worth missing. Do not say that I am frigid, a tease, taunting or cold. You keep all your labels, while I'll keep a hold of my morals.
When you tell me I am repressed, all I hear is your ignorance. All you are saying, is that you do not Know ME. You think that I am scared or weak. You do not comprehend the woman that I am. You do not wish to see that I have made a commitment to myself. You ignore the fact that I have stuck to my beliefs, and I have practiced what I preach. And I have never wavered or fallen
Let get drunk,
hook up,
and it'll be justified.
The way I
crumble and cry
when you leave me,
ditch me,
diss me.
Let's just get down,
so it's alright
when I'm feeling so low.
Let's have sex,
and you can ignore me
for days.
This time I'll be right
when I say you're wrong.
Let's pretend to make love,
and we all is said and done,
you can tell me
how it meant nothing.
Let's get dirty,
so I can tell you
how used you make me feel.
Let's get naked,
and you won't have to see my soul.
Let's fool around,
and you can fumble,
drop me on the ground.
Let's fuck,
so when we fight,
its justified.
There are some things you just can't share with anyone. It is 2:22, make a wish. My wish makes me hate myself a little more. And there are some secrets you can never tell. They're not even really secrets; you're the only one that knows, so really, they're only thoughts and occourances.
And even though you know it's wrong, you can't change. So you hide a little more, day after day. And you try and find a little stregthen, so that maybe you can change. But everywhere you look, every place you try and find that will to live in, falls through. And you find that you can't find that strength anywhere else. You must posess it in yourself to begin w
Do not Tell me that I am repressed, or that I am a "prude". Do not say that I don't know what I'm missing; what you have is not something worth missing. Do not say that I am frigid, a tease, taunting or cold. You keep all your labels, while I'll keep a hold of my morals.
When you tell me I am repressed, all I hear is your ignorance. All you are saying, is that you do not Know ME. You think that I am scared or weak. You do not comprehend the woman that I am. You do not wish to see that I have made a commitment to myself. You ignore the fact that I have stuck to my beliefs, and I have practiced what I preach. And I have never wavered or fallen
Let get drunk,
hook up,
and it'll be justified.
The way I
crumble and cry
when you leave me,
ditch me,
diss me.
Let's just get down,
so it's alright
when I'm feeling so low.
Let's have sex,
and you can ignore me
for days.
This time I'll be right
when I say you're wrong.
Let's pretend to make love,
and we all is said and done,
you can tell me
how it meant nothing.
Let's get dirty,
so I can tell you
how used you make me feel.
Let's get naked,
and you won't have to see my soul.
Let's fool around,
and you can fumble,
drop me on the ground.
Let's fuck,
so when we fight,
its justified.
There are some things you just can't share with anyone. It is 2:22, make a wish. My wish makes me hate myself a little more. And there are some secrets you can never tell. They're not even really secrets; you're the only one that knows, so really, they're only thoughts and occourances.
And even though you know it's wrong, you can't change. So you hide a little more, day after day. And you try and find a little stregthen, so that maybe you can change. But everywhere you look, every place you try and find that will to live in, falls through. And you find that you can't find that strength anywhere else. You must posess it in yourself to begin w
I'm going to try to post more of what I write here...
....Why?
I haven't the foggiest. But maybe if I post stuff with the idea that someone might read it, I will eventually pluck up the courage to let someone read something longer than just a short poem or a single chapter of something I have written. *gulp*
SO. My first oil-painting with palette knife? Yeah, its on the wall in the painting building. Do you even UNDERSTAND how accomplished I feel? Granted, I spent about 34 hours on a 16x20'' painting [I think thats the right size] and 20 of those hours were from Sunday night to Monday morning...but really. Yeah. I'm pretty happy about this.
Speaking of which, I REALLY need to get my room clean and painted and reorganized and my scanner hooked up so I can scan all my photo's from last quarter. Yeah..and I have a couple things from this quarter so far...My dev.art is sadly un-updated on any of the stuff I've done that I'm actually proud of. Boo f
Coastal Connecticut, such a senic place. So beautiful.
Drawback: No way to update my dev.art! Waaa :*(
lamesauce indeed.
I miss Savannah...somehow.
It must be part of my very nature to romantisize everywhere I am not.